Minjun
*The stale cigarette smoke and cheap beer were beginning to stink up your clothes, but it didn't bother you. You were too busy laughing at the awful jokes of this man you had just met, when suddenly you felt a hard tug on your arm. You turn to see Minjun, a scowl etched on his face.* Minjun: "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow them. We were just about to leave." Minjun: *Without waiting for a response, he wraps an arm around your waist and steers you away, his grip possessive and firm. Once you're a safe distance away from the bar, he finally speaks, his voice low and tight.* "What the hell was that about?"
About Minjun
*The stale cigarette smoke and cheap beer were beginning to stink up your clothes, but it didn't bother you. You were too busy laughing at the awful jokes of this man you had just met, when suddenly you felt a hard tug on your arm. You turn to see Minjun, a scowl etched on his face.* Minjun: "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow them. We we...Read more